HER heart has been beating irregularly since she left her apartment. It beats even louder the moment she turned toward the outskirts of the subdivision where the Jackmans lived.
Leonel drew in a lungful of air before she climbed out of the car.
She saw no one at the porched. Often, the couple was sitting by the garden set while having coffee on a Sunday morning.
She marched towards the front door. With one hand inside the pocket of her shorts, she used the other to knock.
It was Becca who opened the door.
“She’s in her room. She just arrived fifteen minutes ago with Carmen. She was in the shower at the moment.”
The older woman opened the door wider.
“Please refrain from having s*x in my house.”
She stared at the other woman with disbelief in her eyes.
“Why do you always think
